19 August 2010

ninety-nine

for now...

late summer 
balmy nights
and 
lonely
lovely 
afternoons

walking over
cobblestones
over bridges
through towns
we lived in
once

and 
the seaside
weeping willow 
trees
and breezes
and boats
and daydream 
memories

i wake up to the sky 
shining down
and

sometimes
 i think
i might
be home

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